Change is good right?

It only dawned on me a week ago that I am moving out and K is escaping back to Brooklyn, forever. Suddenly, I feel overwhelmed by loneliness and an impending sense of emotional doom. Not that I tend to keep all my happiness in one basket but, I'm not sure I realized (until moving here), that, bitch owns the basket.

I am nervous, sad, and vaguely skeptical that moving to yvr was a smart decision.